by Rae B. Lake
“ Jazmine, oh shit, Jazmine. Babe. Fuck.” My movements were jerky and all over the place. There was no rhythm to his thrusts, no plan just bucking away like an animal. I just wanted that release, and for the first time in four years, I was going to get it.
My sack pulled up painfully, and I almost pulled out to make sure that everything was okay. But I was on a mission. I let my head fall back, and a roar of pure ecstasy left my mouth. “Fuck, yes!” I felt the first spurt, then the second, and I collapsed down onto her as I continued to cum. The contractions and bursts of semen seeming to never fucking end. I moaned and whimpered like a bitch with each drop that spurted out of me.
“Oh fuck, it won’t stop.” I groaned as my abdomen clenched hard over and over. Jazmine was silent.
I looked up, “Jazmine, I’m sorry. I should have controlled myself. I should have-”
“Shhh, you did exactly what you needed to do.” She rubbed my hair.
“You’re in pain?” I questioned.
“A bit, nothing that’s going to stop me from coming back for more,” she laid her head back, “after a much-needed break.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“That curve feels so fucking good, but I think there’s such a thing as overstimulation. You smashed all my fucking walls in.” She giggled her legs, clenching.
“Next time, I’ll be nicer to you,” I grumbled as my face found one of the huge pillows attached to her chest. God, her breasts were so fucking comfortable and smooth. I wondered what my dick would feel like sliding in and out between them. I smiled at the thought, next time.
Chapter 16
“You sure you want to come with me? I mean, there isn’t much for you guys to do there.” Jazmine worried her lip as she drove the van toward the pier.
“Oh please, I feel like I’ve been stuck in the house forever. I’m finally starting to feel better. We won’t be a bother.” Angel pouted her mouth prettily, and Jazmine smiled and shook her head. She wouldn’t tell that little girl no.
“Yeah, a little fresh air can’t hurt,” I said as I hunkered down further into my chair. My eyes darted in every direction. I was always on the lookout, making sure we weren’t being followed. The paranoia I had felt all those days ago was starting to lessen, but it was always there in the back of my mind. I don’t think I would ever feel safe until I could see the Giles’s head rolling around on the floor. Minus their bodies, of course.
The red and blue flashing lights were the first sign that something was wrong.
“No, no, oh no.” Jazmine pulled her van to a stop. “You two hide in the back, and I’ll pull around to the back of the store, don’t get out until I come to get you. I’ll try to make sure they don’t open the door.”
“Inkpop, what’s this?” Angel whispered to me.
“I don’t know, do what Jazmine said, let’s get in the back.” I pushed her off the seat and into the space that led to the open area of the delivery van. I did my best to slide into the area as well. I sat on the floor next to Angel, using my body to block her from anyone that might decide to burst through the door.
Jazmine drove the van to the back of the shop, “I’ll be back, okay.” I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to pull her with us in the back of the van and just keep her safe, but I knew I had to let her go. She had to find out what the fuck was going on.
“Ink, you’re squishing me.” Angel shifted next to me.
“Shhh!” I hushed her before letting relaxing my hold. I was trying to hear anything that may tell me what was going on, but I heard nothing until the sound of tires moving away.
The latch lifted, and the door slid open, my body coiled ready to attack. I saw a glimpse of Jazmine’s face as she moved away from the door. I moved quickly out and could see her storming around the corner and into the shop. I grabbed Angel, and we went down to the cellar using the back door.
“Oh, no! Inkpop!” Angel gasped when she saw how the small basement looked.
It was destroyed, every tin of paint opened and splashed around the room. The walls dented and carved up, every single canvas sliced through. I turned to look behind me at what Angel was now staring at. In big large yellow letters, the word INK.
Jazmine walked down the stairs slowly, her arms wrapped around her body, her eyes rimmed red, and her face flushed. She looked up to my name painted brazenly on the wall, and she closed her eyes in defeat. One tear seeping down from beneath her shut lids.
“Jazmine, I…” I didn’t know what to say. I knew saying sorry wasn’t going to cut it. I had brought this craziness into her life. “We can leave, Angel is well enough now. We can go.” I walked closer to her.
Her eyes popped open and found mine, “You will do no such thing. This is fucked up, it is beyond fucked up, but I will not be intimidated by anyone. When my father and brother got sent away, I walked away from them. I walked away from that life because I knew what they had been apart of was wrong. I swore I would never go back. Yes, you brought all this shit back in my life, but walking away from you, and this little girl is not an option. I walked away last time, now I stay and fight with you.” She said, determined.
I exhaled roughly, “What did the jakes have to say?”
“These bastards hit every store up and down the pier. I don’t know how many of them are looking for you, but they’re sure you are at one of these shops or someone in one of these shops knows something. They found Parker this morning.” Another tear fell from her eye.
“Who is Parker, and what do you mean found?”
“Parker owns the coffee shop next door, and they killed him.” She ran into my arms, now unable to hold the tears back. “They said he was tied down to the chair and his throat was cut. That man never hurt anyone. Why would they do this?” She sobbed hard against my chest. Angel rushed over to us, her little arms wrapping as far as they could around both me and Jazmine. Her little face wet with tears too.
I held them tight. My chest began to feel heavy, and I thought I heard steps outside. The paranoia was trying to rear its ugly head again. I held onto both of them for as long as I could. I didn’t know what else I could do. I was just one man.
“We need help.” Angel raised her head and spoke to me.
I looked down at the girl I had partially raised. It would make sense that she knew what I was thinking.
“You’re right. We need help. I’m going to get us some.”
“Wings?” Jazmine asked, finding my gaze.
“Yeah, it’s time for me to find out once and for all.”
Jazmine pulled back from my grasp, “What if you’re right? What if they are an enemy instead of an ally?”
“Then they’re going to kill me,” I said. Angel gasped in shock before she wrapped her arms around me tightly again. I pushed her off and kneeled so I could be closer to her eye level.
“Angel, I need you to listen to me.”
“No! No, I don’t want to hear it Ink!” She shook her head side to side widely and tried to wrap her arms around me again, but I pushed them down.
“Angel! Look at me!”
Her big blue eyes, ones that looked too big for her too skinny frame, met mine. “I have to do this. We can’t run forever. If I don’t come back, I need you to be safe.” I felt my throat trying to close, “You fucking promise me you will do whatever you have to do to be safe. Never stop fighting. It’ll be scary, but you’re the bravest little woman I have ever met. So if I’m not here to protect you, you need to do everything to keep yourself safe.”
The little girl sobbed loudly, big tears streaming fast down her face as she nodded her head. “Inkpop. My Inkpop.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried. I rubbed her long blonde curls and prayed for one of those miracles that seemed to keep popping up as of late.
I stood, and Angel turned to hug Jazmine’s waist, still crying just as hard.
“You’re going to be fine, and you’re going to come back to us.” Jazmine tugged on one of the earrings in her ears before re
aching up and rubbing the stubble on my face.
“You better fucking believe it.” I gave her a full smile before I turned to the back door.
“She will be safe; I promise on my life. I will keep her safe.” Jazmine vowed behind me. I only turned and nodded once. The proclamation was a short one, but it lifted the weight of the world off my shoulders.
I walked out and got into the van. Time for some truth.
***
I pulled up about a mile away from the clubhouse, the same spot I was drugged and kidnapped from years ago. I ran the rest of the way there. The air felt good, rushing in and out of my lungs. I was staring at the big solid wood doors within minutes. The Wings of Diablo insignia carved deeply in the wood. All the bikes were still lined up; they must still be sleeping. It was barely ten in the morning. I raised my arm to push open the door, but the shake in my hand caused me to drop it back down.
This clubhouse had been my home, the people inside I considered family. Now I wasn’t sure if they were going to accept me back with open arms or if they were going to put a bullet in my head.
I took a step backward, my instinct trying to force me away from the danger. What if Ruby and Harrington got to them first? What if they killed me for what I did to Storm? What if they…”
I shook my head, trying to stop all the doubts and fears screaming at me, “Gut up, pussy.” I scolded at myself.
I raised my hand again and, with little effort, pushed the door open.
“State your fucking business before shit gets bad for you.” A prospect said as he stood in the walkway. He was a hefty dude, his hair short and tightly curled. He looked like he wasn’t a day over eighteen. I wondered if he knew what he was signing up for? If he knew one day, he could be me.
“Get your president. He has business.”
“My president is asleep, and I don’t know about any business.” The prospect stepped further into my space.
Close contact.
My fists balled up, and I instinctively moved into a fighting position. I could take him down in an instant.
“Pope. Fuck off.” Ryder’s gruff voice echoed behind us.
The prospect turned and looked at him, nodding his head once before moving from my space.
“Ink? Is that you?” Ryder took a step forward, his eyes squinting as he moved closer. He had a cane and was walking slowly.
“What the fuck happened to you, old man?” I asked, taking my first step over the threshold and standing there. I didn’t want to be too far from the door in case I had to get the fuck out of there. The last thing I wanted was to be trapped in this place.
A broad smile broke across his face. The asshole himself was smiling at me. “Shit happens. I could ask you the same thing.”
I shrugged a shoulder lazily, never taking my eyes of the man. “As you said, shit happens.”
“You here to cause shit?” He asked the smile dropping.
“I’m here to talk, but I make no promises.”
He nodded and then pulled his phone out. He swiped at the screen a few times, and then suddenly, a white light began to flash steadily over all the doors to the room.
I backed up, “What in the shit is that?” I didn’t know what it was, but it could be a signal of some kind. Was he calling in reinforcements or some shit?
“Easy. It’s just like an intercom; white is attention, red is danger.” Ryder tried to explain, “Not like I was going to run around knocking on everyone’s door.”
Quickly doors began to open, “The fuck! What do you want, Ryder? It’s too early for this shit! Unless you have food? Oooh, is it food?” Clean barged out of the door and stood looking over the railing. His badly bruised face dropped in shock when he saw me.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Devin stepped out. He did a double-take when he saw me. He looked between Ryder and me, trying to assess the damage.
Long blond hair appeared in my peripheral vision. I looked up and saw Vale, my body tensed, ready for the fight. He saw my reaction, and a look of confusion passed over his face.
Storm. That wasn’t Vale that was Storm. That shit was going to take a lot of fucking getting used to. I shook it off, and everyone came down, no one saying anything to me, instead moving over to where Ryder was standing.
“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!” Prez said from upstairs before running down and trying to get to me. Ryder grabbed him with his free hand, stopping him from his approach.
“Clean, get Wire.”
Clean took off and ran into church. Seconds later, Wire rushed out, still putting his black t-shirt on and over his head.
Wire turned his head and looked at me.
Relief.
It was only there for a brief second, but I saw the expression on his face.
Wire, the man I once called president. The one I knew would find me, the man I was so willing to give my life for strolled forward, his hand on the gun that was tucked securely into his jeans. “So far, you have tried to kill Storm, and you have put your hands on the VP of this club. You should be in the ground right now. You know the rules, Ink.”
I rolled my eyes and looked around, who the fuck was he talking to, “You are out of your mind. After all the shit, you really think I give a fuck about your bullshit rules?” I shook my head at the audacity.
“Then what the fuck are you here for?” Wire asked, stepping closer to me.
The nerve, “Answers!” I shouted at him, “I want motherfucking answers.” I stepped to the side, looking up at the signs above the bar, the one that had been burned down so many times. It was simple and just three short words.
Family. Brothers. Club.
Those words had meant everything to me because, at one time, they were all the same. This club, these raw misfit bikers, all of them were my family. My family left me to die. I pointed up to the sign, “You spout all this shit about being brothers, about laying your life down for the patch. Loyalty. Fucking lies!” I roared at him.
He was shaking his head, “What the fuck are you talking about. None of that was lies. It’s never been.”
“Yeah? Well then, let me ask you a motherfucking question. When I was strung up and tortured because I wouldn’t snitch on my brothers, where the fuck were you? Every time I was dragged across oceans back to the same fucking pier we left from, where the fuck were my brothers?” I shook my head and walked closer to him, “No, no, that shit only matters when it’s convenient for you.”
“How the fuck can you say that shit?” Wire spoke his voice void of any anger, just disbelief. It pissed me off.
“How?” I grabbed him by the collar of his black shirt. All the patched members and the prospects, rushing in to pull me off, but Wire raised his hand to stop them. Bad choice. “You abandoned me. I gave up my life, my freedom, my sanity, everything I am to stay loyal to this fucking club because I knew you’d come. You never showed. You forgot about me.”
Wire just looked at me, his hands relaxed and holding onto my arms. “No.” Wire shook his head. Sorrow.
“We never forgot about you.” Prez chimed in from the side. “We never stopped searching.”
“Finding you has been our top priority since you were taken. We did everything we could to find you. There’s been a gaping hole in the very soul of this club, but you’re home now. Brother.” Wire pushed at my arms and wrapped his around me. He was hugging me.
What the fuck? What… the… fuck?
“Look!” Clean said from the side of me, he was huffing and puffing as he dropped four boxes. I had no idea where he’d come from or when he left. I turned from Wire, still in disbelief. I opened the top of the first box and pulled out a stack of papers, location reports. Weekly, dated back to four years ago. Missing person sketches. Still pictures. Copies of text messages, emails. Flight records. Correspondence with the mob. All of it dated back to when we were kidnapped until last week; boxes of it.
“We pulled every fucking resource we had, FBI, local police, other MCs, gangs, everyone.” Prez dug in the box a
nd picked up a picture of Angel and I walking along a pier. “We had people watching piers and flights, but your movements were so erratic we couldn’t lock you down. All of us would have gone to hell and back for you; we just couldn’t find you.”
I looked at the proof in my hand. I looked at these men in front of me; I’d been wrong. At least, in the end, I’d been wrong; in the beginning, I was right. I knew they would come for me, and they had. They searched the globe for me for years.
My head felt like it would explode with all the information, and my throat got thick with emotion. I put my hands on my thighs and bent at the waist. I couldn’t believe it.
There was movement above me, but I didn’t even bother to look up.
“Ink,” Wire spoke, my head lifting so I could see his face, “We may never be able to repay you for the sacrifices you have made for this club and your brother’s, but you’ve never lost your place here. Come home. We won’t be whole until you do.” He put his hand out, and someone I didn’t know put a jacket in his hand. He opened it up and showed it to me.
My kutte.
I grabbed it and hugged it in my hands. I put my face into the familiar worn leather, and all the emotions I’d been burying so deep inside of me burst through. My body shuddered with my sobs. I cried for the anger I felt, for the years I’d lost, for the pain and anguish both Angel and I had been through. I cried for it all, and my brothers rallied around me, their arms holding me up. Laughter and love coming from each and every one of them. I was home.
Chapter 17
After I got my shit together, Wire called church. There was so much for me to catch them up on. The story would take a while. I was not looking forward to reliving all of that, but if I wanted my freedom, I needed to get them up to date.
I sat down in the new but familiar room.
“We still need to address your crimes against the patch. I will take into consideration along with every other bastard in here that there were some extraordinary circumstances, but we gotta air it out. Cool?” Wire looked to me, waiting for my response.
